"Shit" I whispered "Its one of those things ya gotta experences" Dr said. "Hehe"I laughed cooldly. "Ya know what im talking about"? he asked "Yeah man". "We're in to deep now to turn away". I joked "Sure are". "Whatch your self"I mumbeled as he almost triped on the cobbel stone walk way through the marshy forest. "It feels like the Devil's on our back"he whispered adrialen shakeing his words. Like normal. "Yeah" We rounded a willow to see our destination so I raised my head to seem a tiny bit taller. I was here to be his second voice in this game. The game DR was famous for. DR. It wasnt Doctor,it stood for Doubel R. Which stood for... Russian Rulet. His game of pride. A game where some one always died. See I aint never shot nobody but im know for fighting. When I fight im fast..but thats it fast, so I tend to just dodge and humiliat my enemy till they are eghusted. DR....he played this game instead. The small silver revolver sat on the ground as four deer and there second voices stood around. Second voices where in charge of keeping track of the time when there player died, cleaning up there blood, and burying the body. A large Buck with only one eye picked up the revolver and spun the barrel utter scilenec as peopl tryed to count the clicks. The clicks said how many barrels where inbettwen you and death. It was a big math thing, for peopl with smart minds. First count the barrels, then the clicks, then devide by barrels,finaly you have how many shots befor some one dies. DR was good at this cause he had an unuseually high IQ. The winners split the fortune of the loser, thats the prize. "Who will take the first shot"? asked the large back deer as DR slowly opened his eyes confidentaly. This wat it, it was the soldier and his gun, this is the story of us all. Fighting through bloody pride destroying games of chance just to live our dayliy lives. "I will" said a doe with litebrown fur and big brite eyes.

[=#006400] Today was alarmingly warm -- and I noticed, for the first time in a year, the return of that most precious shade of green. It's so tender, soft as the breathy exhalations of the air, vibrant as the rush of blood poundng in my heart, forcing the growth in the branches of trees and antlers alike. It is the herald of spring, this green.

Speaking of green, I spent the morning with a charming young fawn. We've been seeing each other for the past few days, but I have no clue as to who he or she is: just that he or she appreciates the company I give, and that I feel likewise. As we ran through the forest, we encountered Virgil, who nuzzled, made some gesture I couldn't quite tell, nodded, and fled. I didn't catch that middle gesture -- was it a no, a yes? I thought I saw a taunt in there, but I wasn't sure. I wasn't sure if he wanted me to follow or to stay where I was. I followed because my young companion did, for a while, until we settled on the rocks. There, I went to sleep.

I awoke to notice Dag, who had himself recently been noticing the return of Spring -- I heard he had been distant, wanting to meet his challenge alone. I knew I had to go and see him, then: A friend should never let a friend bare a burden alone, even if that is what he would have wished. Fortunately, Dag seemed in good spirits -- perhaps because he was with Oseaan. We danced and skipped among the flowers that welled up around our legs like water escaping a spring... Though I saw a little unease in him, too. He'd fidget, stop and listen, and sit for a while, still as if he were holding his breath. Or maybe I'm imagining. After a time, we were joined in a dance line by some strangers, one of whom had misplaced his pictogram. Then the dance line became a sitting line, with some of our members standing to listen. I sometimes stood and sometimes sat, until Dag curled up to sleep. Then we broke, for greeting other deer, frolicking, and re-organizing ourselves.

((contains human not insane Vilnius! -gasp!-))

"Vilnius, stop messing around and get those papers for me"

The brunette looked up, his warm clover-flower-purple eyes set upon his 'teacher' for a moment, smiling softly from his place at the table.

This can't be true.
You can't be real.
H-how.. W-why..


Zero, don't be such an idiot.
You know I'm here, and you know it's true.
Don't you remember me this way?
You thought I was a good deer, didn't you.
You thought I was your lovely mother.

I have to tell you something "son".
I lied.

I am not you mother, and I never will be.
Your mother died right after you where born.

His eyes burned, a shivering through his hole body.

Why did you do this to me? Who are you?
You are supposed to be dead.. This can't be happening, please, tell me you're not real!

Zero, I am real, and I am here to tell you what I should've told you a long time ago.

I am your mothers sister.
When she died, she said to me I had to take care of you.
She didn't even asked me if I wanted to.

You were such a pain, Zero.
You never listened, and never did what I told you to do.
I called you Zero, because you are a Zero.

Why are you telling me this!
I don't want you to..
Please, go away..

His slowly lifted up his feet, and stepped back.

No, Zero. I'm not finished.
I want you to know how you ruined my life!

His eyes filled with tears, shivers through his body.

I - won't - let - you - do - this - to - me - again..

I won't...

He turned around, and ran, as fast as he could. He would not stop running until his feet can't carry him any further.

She is right, I am a Zero...

So many of them, gone.

The Surgeon glanced up at the hearts that still beat within his tines, his own heart only just beginning to slow down once more, the green flesh pulsing and pumping like the wings of a trapped hummingbird.

On Vilnius' voice.

because I've been changing it on his profile so much. But I am finally done doing that.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7XDAk-TZKBI&feature=channel

In biography because I couldn't think of anywhere better.

There is no way around the truth
No matter how many lies you tell
To weave your tangled web
Eventually it will be undone
By then
Will it have been worth it?
To deceive the people around you
To cover something
That would eventually be revealed
Wouldnt it be better to own up
At the first mistake
Than to make a million more
And to receive a consequence
That would not have been as severe
Why have a burden
Thats constantly weighing you down
Trapping you
In this web of lies
No matter how far you go
Or what you do
It will always revealed
For there is no way around the truth
Just remember one thing
The truth will set you free.

Previously...

Hearts are beautiful things its true
Delicate and strong
They withstand the tests of time
Tried by many emotions
But if you look closely
Youll see the scars they bare
From the wounds that never really healed
These are the battle scars they bare
For each day
We question are hearts
In what to do
What to say
In every aspect we question it
Fighting an endless battle
However, some scars
We received from others
Who played with it like a toy.
Some might have carelessly punctered it
With no ill intentions of course
But in the end every heart
At some time or another gets bruised or beaten.
There are some who find hearts
And treasure them
To them we are truly grateful
In the end we need to guard and protect our hearts
Without the cost of losing how to love.
For hearts are truly a magnificent creation
And should be carefully shared with others.

The Biography of Six